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[17] Crisps or chips?

*Sorry it's so short, guys! Next one will be longer!*

Sydney

I gasp when Harry places his hand on my upper thigh, trailing it higher and higher the deeper the kiss gets. The little bit of common sense I have left surfaces to the front of my mind and I pull away from the kiss, turning my head to the side lightly when Harry tries to keep going. He opens his eyes and gives me a confused look, obviously upset by my hesitant actions.

"We shouldn't.." I trial off and shake my head slightly. His eyes flash with hurt as he cups my cheeks with the palms of his hands, bringing my closer to look at him.

"Why not?" His voice is small, almost timid.

"Because, it just isn't right." I pull his hands off my face and scoot further away from him, putting at least a small amount of space between us.

"Why isn't it? There isn't anything wrong with it, Sydney." He shakes his head and looks into my eyes with his sad ones, trying to convince me.

"Yes there is, it is wrong, very wrong." I nod.

"Why? Why is it so wrong if I kiss you?" He raises his voice ever to slightly and uses his index figure to move my chin toward him again.

"Because, Harry! You're my kidnapper, you're holding me here against my will! I'm not supposed to kiss you, I'm not supposed to have feelings for you or be nice to you, I'm supposed to hate you! I can't kiss you, it isn't right." I quiet down near the end, shaking my head once again.

It stays silent for awhile, he doesn't say anything. We both just think about what is happening, and I think about what I just said. I either admitted to having feelings for him, or I meant I can't developed feelings for him... I'm not sure which one it was. I have no idea how I feel for him, all I know is that I'm not supposed to feel the way I do, I'm not supposed to be confused about it.

"Did..did you just say you have feelings for me?" He asks quietly after a few minutes, and I curse him for pulling that out of my words over everything else.

"No, Harry. I said that I can't have feelings for you." I look at him and I swear I see his eyes flash with sadness.

"If you don't, then why is that a concern?" He continues and raises his eyebrows.

"Because kissing you implies that I do have some sort of feelings for you, so I can't kiss you." I shrug as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"What if you do have feelings for me?" He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side.

"Well, I don't, and I can't." I shake my head and stand up from my bed, walking over to the door.

"Where are you going?" He calls from his spot. I turn to look at him and place my hand on the door frame.

"The bathroom." I simply say. I turn around and walk down the hall, going into the bathroom and closing the door tightly, making sure to lock it.

Discussing my feelings toward Harry with him is awkward to say the least, and it is one of my least favourite things to do. I don't have feelings for him, and even if I wanted to I couldn't. I can't stop that little nagging feeling in the back of my head that is telling me I do like him, even just a little, but I can't listen to it, and I won't. I can't like Harry, I can't want anything with Harry. He kidnapped me, he is keeping me here against my will, I can't like him like that and I most certainly can't love him. If I did, I would be crazy.

My mother would be so disappointed in me if she saw the way I acted just now. She would shake her head and look away from me in shame, ashamed of her daughter. She didn't raise me to be weak like I just was, she didn't raise me to put down my guard right away like I just did. I shouldn't have kissed Harry, I should have been respectful toward myself and stopped it from happening. I'm ashamed to admit that I made out with my kidnapper willingly, that I was whorish enough to let it happen. I should have been hiding in a corner scared to look at him, not lying on my bed kissing him. I feel messed up and I'm mad at myself.

I sigh and open the door, leaving the small room and entering the hallway. I didn't actually use the washroom, I simply used it as an excuse to get away from Harry and think. I peak my head into my room and discover Harry is no longer in there. I walk back down the hall and find him in the kitchen rummaging around in the cupboard for something. I clear my throat loudly, drawing his attention to me. He gives me a weak, sad smile before going back to whatever he was doing.

"What are you doing?" I ask after moments of silence. He looks at me again and stops moving.

"Looking for something to eat." He shrugs and moves on to another cabinet. I here him say something under his breath before he pulls out a bag of chips, ripping it open and shoving a few in his mouth.

"You eat chips like a dog." I scoff and walk over to the couch. I can't be around him if he's going to smack like it's the last bag of chips on earth.

"Chips?" He questions, clearly confused. About what, I have no clue.

"Yes.. you're eating chips."

"No I'm not." He shakes his head. I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head.

"If you're not eating chips, what are you eating?" I ask, annoyed with this topic.

"Crisps." He simply states, shoving a few more in his mouth.

"No." I shake my head again. "Crisps are a type of cracker." I inform him.

"No, these are crisps." He raises the chick bag. "And chips, are sliced cooked potatoes."

"Those are fries, you moron. And those thighs you're eating now, those are chips." I smile sarcastically and lean back in my seat.

"I'm from England, Sydney." He says suddenly. "My chips are your fries, and your chips are my crisps." He explains.

"Okay, okay." I raise my hand and giggle. "You're confusing me, but I know what you mean." I smile.

"Okay, now let me finish my damn crisps." He chuckles.

I wait a few moments, hearing nothing but the crunching sound Harry is making, before I say anything.

"They are chips." I speak through the silence. He face palms and I laugh loudly.

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A/N

Hey guys! This chapter was sort of just a filler because I still have a bit of writers block but I wanted to get something small up at least. I hope you liked it tho, the ending was kind of stupid and pointless but I found it funny. I'm obviously not British (sigh) so I thought it would be fun for me to add something British in there, because Harry is obviously from England.

I want you guys to comment and tell me where you're from (if you want) cause I think it will be interesting to see where abouts all of you are! So leave a comment and please don't forget to vote! Thanks guys, love you lots!

~Bailey xx